Sacred Tomb

Meet the panther

"Eat first, finish this taking medicine," said Aisah.

"I'm not sick Aisah, I'm told to take medicine" Damar said.

"Don't bring it, let's eat it, I'm bribing it here."

After eating, Damar was forced to take Fever medication.

"Todd... You're kerokin yeah, and you pijitin my legs. Reach it once it feels.

It's on the table money scrapings and eucalyptus oil."

"Yes," replied Aisah as she took the eucalyptus oil,

"Sinian, prone."

While ngerokin backs Damar, Aisah said inwardly,

"Kok can I was eating Mas Damar, and panic after knowing Mas Damar fever. Now I'm skimming his back.

I'm actually very emotional here. Actually I'm very angry and hurt in my side

But...

Every time I meet Mas Damar, my heart goes down, I'm like a buffalo on his nose.

I admit, I still love and still love Mas Damar, but I also hurt and hurt him."

"It's already."

"His feet have not been incandescent" said Damar.

"Yes, I'm this massage" said Aisah.

"When are you back at the dorm?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Who's the guy?"

"In between the father and Mother."

"Don't ask to take me?

Just shut up, are you still mad at me?"

"Yes, still angry and hurt."

"It's still angry that I'm paying the same attention" Damar said casually while enjoying the massage.

"Yes, want magrib. Aisah wants to go home.

This is me returning your jazz honda car, this is BPKB and his contacts.

I'm back with all the jewels you bought."

"Why come back, you just wear it. It was from halal money, not the result of money cheating or robbing" Damar said then sat down

"Yes, I'm back."

"Don't you love me?"

"Yes" answered Aisah, then kissed Damar's cheeks and left.

*****

Once at home, Aisah laid her body on the bed in her room.

Adhan Magrib reverberated, Elsa's mother entered Aisah's room,

"Aisha, let's pray magrib.

Why are you crying..?

Do you still love Damar..?"

Got her mother's question. Aisah was silent.

*****

After the magrib prayer, Damar enjoyed dinner with the family.

"Room... Are you healthy?"

"The room doesn't hurt buk, just tired."

"You don't know the time, the school leaves in the morning, goes back and forth again, comes home at dawn," Farida's mother said,

"Anything is done outside the house until dawn."

"And there is an example, like my father used to come home at dawn - dawn.

Sir... It's a Honda jazz car, please enter the garage, so it doesn't fade with dew."

"Eachly, you learn to drive, so you can drive a car," said Mr. Yasin his father.

"Yes, tomorrow's the course.

Damar wants to go first Buk, sir."

"Where are you going to wear green sarongs and clothes?"

"Buk custom, want imami tahlil and yasin in the mosque.

Assalamualaikum..."

"Getishalight."

***

After leaving the house, Damar parked his motorcycle next to the shop of Pak Tarjo.

"Assynoltom...

Good night everyone."

"At least Mar, like Elsa," said Mr. Tarjo,

"Where are you going tumben - tumbennya wear sarong and takwa clothes?"

"You go to the house of ustazd Elsa," Damar answered and sat down on the ceramic,

"Jos is one Mr. dhe."

"Gapain to Elsa's house," asked Pak i.

"Obviously, want to say Aisah's son."

"Haha.

I can laugh at you."

"Mar," said Samsul then turned his Avanza car in the shop yard.

While descending, Samsul smiled then said,

"Loh loh loh..!

Dream what wear sarongs and takwa clothes.

New clothes are new too?

Want to be kyai kayak ustad Elsa!'

"Your cup is Sul."

"Haha.

Let's finish this with me."

"To the tomb kyai Pamenang, at nine o'clock depart," replied Samsul.

"What are you really talking about?"

"Yes Mar, come with me. We were a group of five. Routine once every month to the tomb kyai Pamenang. There's still an empty bench."

"Ok, ready," said Damar.

"Don't forget yes, find the lottery number first again," said Mr. I.

"Hmmm.

Want any pilgrimage to the shaman's house, how to find a lottery number," said Damar.

"Take a pilgrimage, yes while looking for hahahaha!"

"Mar, the gossip in this village, he said you're getting rich?"

"What's so rich, the motor is supra x ugly gini."

"That's what you wear now. Your father took a pajero car yesterday with your mother, this way. Even say hello to me," said Mr. Tarjo.

"That's a guy's car, you're told to win the car, let's not crash.

My father is now a shaman, a windmonger and a winnow" Damar joked.

"Haha!" Samsul laughed out loud - bahak.

"Your father is now a chicken farm" asked Kang No.

"Yes Kang, learn chicken cattle while opening the practice per shaman."

"Then buy chicken to your father only, make a sale of rice in the stall. Let's not far + far to the market."

"Mang No's wife still sells rice at the T-junction stall," asked Damar.

"Yes, what else do you want to do?"

"No matter the sale of shabu - shabu, hahahaha!"

"Hem."

*****

At 9 pm, Samsul and his entourage of Pak Tarjo rolled into the city of Sidoarjo to the village of Melati. After arriving, Samsul parked his car in the parking area. Then the entourage descended and went straight to the pilgrimage in front of the tomb.

"Sul, I prayed isak first."

"Haiiii, join the congregation, I have not prayed soak."

"Yes you have faith, you are more willing."

"Ok, siaap," answered Samsul then holed up in a faucet next to the mosque.

After the prayers, Samsul went for the pilgrimage.

While Damar continued with penitent prayers and hajat prayers.

After reciting the 1000x Dhikr and the 1000x sholawat jibril, Damar closes with a prayer of the broom of the universe, then a pilgrimage to the Tomb.

"Hemmm, the atmosphere of the tomb is very rame. I better sit in the corner under the tree just there, quiet," muttered Damar.

After sitting under a tree, because it was dimly lit, Damar finally blamed HP and opened the application tahlil and yasin.

Just reading yasin got half, Damar said softly, saying,

"Aduuuuh, very sleepy, because - for taking Aisah's medication."

Half sleepy, Damar read slowly while remembering the face of Ayu Aisah.

Without realizing it, Damar was bowed to sleep while holding HP.

From inside the tomb kyai Pamenang, out a black panther walked slowly around the tomb area, and saw people who were on pilgrimage.

When he saw Damar sitting down and sleeping down, the black panther sat down before Damar, and the panther said, The black panther said,

"This young man has a mark on his forehead. Signs that this child has met with Kyai Pamenang. Which means, Kyai Pamenang likes this young man.

It turned out that this young man who was distributing packaged rice last night at the mosque.

Who is this young man..?"

After glaring carefully and for a long time, the panther said softly, Wryly,

"This young man was named Damar Ahmad, the son of a couple named Farida and Yasin who lived in the village of Kebon Agung district waru.

His mother was a student of the kyai Mustajab the guardian of masturb from the village of Pomegranate. Follow the kejawen flow.

Aye yes...

A lucky young man, born from the womb of a mother who is an expert Istiqomah. My dad has a dog head.

Kyai Pamenang liked this young man, because the body and spirit of this young man in the prayer hall - his mother's prayer.

His mother prayed in ijabahi, because her barokah kyai Mustajab her teacher. Kyai Mustajab, I know, in his youth, he used to make pilgrimages here.

Kyai Mustajab has the rank of guardian of Mastur, it's thanks to barokah kyai Pamenang."

Suddenly, the legs of the Tiger with sharp claws touched the calf Damar slowly.

Feeling that someone stabbed his calf, Damar who was fast asleep was immediately shocked and immediately woke up.

Seeing the black panther sitting in front of him, Damar reflexed the HP he had in his hand onto the head of the panther, then Damar rushed away in fear.

"Haduuuuh! What black was it, make you shocked and afraid. I'm a tiger."

"Mar, how long is his pilgrimage?"

"Sul's Sleep. Where are the people?"

"Most still in the mosque, still at half-twelve. 12 O'clock is usually done."

"I don't buy food first."

"Ok, ok," replied Samsul.

*****

"The fried rice cake is still there" asked Damar

"Still, how many plates?'

"How many packs?"

"The fried rice is about 50 packs."

"When how many packets of fried noodles are there?"

"60 Is it Mas."

"Wrap everything, sir, help you share it with the people in the mosque?"

"Ready, siap Mas."

"How much of it?"

"12000x110 packs so 1.million 320 thousand."

"This is the money sir, the return of 30 thousand aqua-glass love is just like crackers."

"Ok Mas, thank you very much. Often - often yes."

"Sheep, sir."

*Connected.